That's not MY son

After getting to Wisconsin for our vacation, my husband, Luke, baby girl and I went to Wal-Mart to get the groceries we would need for the week. Now, you have to understand that we had just spent 7 hours in the car and that Luke does not sleep in the car. So he was in desperate need for a nap.


That said I took Luke in a cart and my husband took our baby girl. Luke and I started on the groceries and my husband and baby girl went to get the fishing licenses. I thought Luke would do a lot better with me since we would be on the move...but I figured wrong. Every time I stopped to put something in the cart, Luke would scream like he was dying or something. I didn't stop long either...maybe a second or less. If anyone was watching me, I probably looked like I was some crazy lady moving her cart beside the shelves and using my hand to scoot things into my cart while moving the whole time.

Of course there were times I had to stop and actually look at what I was putting in my cart...and Luke would scream so loud. I was sure other parents were thinking "why didn't you leave him home?" If only they understood.

Then when I finally met up with my husband again and we were checking out, I remembered I forgot the hash browns. We HAVE to have hash browns...so I left Luke and baby girl with my husband and ran/walked to the back of the store to get the hash browns. (This Wal-Mart has all the frozen goods at the back by the milk and stuff). I could hear Luke screaming all the way there and back. Boy does he have a good set of lungs.
When I got back to the line I took Luke and held him. Of course he was so upset that didn't help for long. Then when we were done I had to change two sets of diapers as well, after all it had been at least 2 hours since we last stopped.
I was so glad to finally get back to the truck and get on our way again. We had another 30 minutes to the cabin and I knew it would be a miracle if we actually got all the groceries we needed.